"Before anything bad happens," Chalk adds perching on the edge of the cleared space. She was in no state to start a fight with anyone though. Besides Odrith could handle these two well enough...couldn't he? And maybe once they were cooled down she could find out what the disagreement was about.
Wait...hadn't there been others backing the human up? She looks for the group, trying to see if they might end up turning this fight into a proper brawl.17 (Insight) It wouldn't do to stand by as Odrith got overwhelmed. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that and she could go back to drinking and taking in the din.
In her rage, Yagra doesn't seem to hear Odrith at all. She shrugs him off easily, and dives at the tattooed man, driving him to the ground. Odrith looks down in surprise that the wily half-orc was able to shove him away so easily. She raises a fist, ready to start pummeling him.
Chalk notices that the group of humans are definitely going to step in if the fight goes against their companion, though the fierceness of Yagra gives them some pause. She know that if Yagra manages to knock out their companion, they will step in, and they won't be kind to her.
Whit is standing just outside of the circle of spectators. He will have to use half of his movement to move through the difficult terrain if he wants to approach the brawlers and Odrith.
Kaivus is a full 50 feet away at the bar with her borrowed medicine kit, with half of that counted as difficult terrain from how closely together the crowd has packed.
Whit pushes through the crowd and moves close to Odrith and begins speaking rapidly "Say did I ever tell you of the legendary bar brawl in the Wrinkly Whale out in Neverwinter? Massive fight, everyone was involved, till one mammoth man who just wanted to enjoy his ale started cracking heads. Guards show up, that man's sitting at the bar drinking his ale, while the other patrons napped. Now be that man." and claps Odrith on the back and gives him bardic inspiration.
Acquiring the medicine kit, Kaivius turns around to assess the situation. She sees Yagra shrug off Odrith and get ready to throw another punch. She begins muttering to herself while trying to get close enough to the brawl to assist if needed, but not so likely she'll be caught in the cross fire.
"Why do they always fight? Must think Kaivius will always be there to patch them up. But do they think about how I feel about it? Nooooooo. Always slinging blood left in right without a thought to who mops it up."
She begins rummaging in her pack and lights a stick of incense, the kind that has a calming effect on others. She begins speaking.
"Many come to taverns to meet new people, or perhaps just drink the day away. We've all had days where we feel like tearing another's hair out, but think of the pain it causes others. The cracking of bones, the spray of blood, the cries of pain. All this pain released into the world purely because of an "insult". But think of your blessings. You breathe air provided to you by Nature itself. Feel it swirl around you, caressing you like an old friend. Nature provides so much for you without asking for much in return. All She asks is that you don't input more pain into this already tumultuous and volatile world."
She points to the door and casts thaumaturgy. It swings open and a wind comes in smelling of green grass and fresh leaves. It swirls around the encounter gently.
The crowd hushes and turns towards Kaivus. She can see through the now partially parted crowd as Yagra finishes a blow to the fallen man, then pulls her fist back for another. She stops at the sound of the speech and smell of calm, and looks up to Kaivus. Anger still burns in her eyes, but she has stopped fighting for now. The man beneath her squirms, and the group of his companions bristle, apparently about to join in.
After being pushed aside so easily, it takes a moment for Odrith to gather himself; a brief huff and puff is all that is needed. I guess my footing was off? something had to be off for her to push past me so easily, I have at least 50 pounds on her! bah!
exiting his own thoughts, Odrith catches Kaivus's oration halfway through. Odrith nods and puts a look on his face that can only be described as, "not bad".
Seeing the situation is starting to defuse without his more brutish tactics Odrith doesn't do anything else as of yet, but he is ready to assist at any moment.
I ready an action to try and physically stop the fight again. Str check if/when needed: 8
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Chalk eyes the man's friends warily. They didn't look like the kind of people that would stand by when it came to a tussle. And Odrith had managed to step right in the middle of it all with Whit standing in as his second. Those two needed all the help they could get but she wasn't about to get on Odrith's bad side by stopping them with a preemptive strike.
She keeps a beady eye on the group as a off-color chunk of ice forms on her clawtips. She couldn't be faulted if they were clearly about to try and chop the orc up into tiny pieces. Best to have a nice chunk of ice ready to cool their heads.
Holding Ice Knife for one of the group to take a hostile action.
Ranged Spell attack
11
Damage 3
AOE within 5' regardless DEX Save of 11 (Includes target)
The crowd, Yagra, and the two groups stare around at each other in silence, waiting for something to happen... With a wet crunch, Yagra sinks her elbow into the tattooed man's face without looking back down, knocking him unconscious. His friends roar in anger and start forward, Odrith rushes forward to try and hold them back. They easily brush past him as he loses his footing and almost falls down. Chalk releases her spell, but is bumped by the crowd and her shot goes amiss, shattering upon the ceiling and raining down ice shards on Yagra, the tattooed man, and his friends - as screeches start to issue forth from the well at the center of the floor!
Everyone pauses again to listen, not sure if the screeches were from the well or from another group of fighters. Their eyes widen as the screeches rise again, echoing up the long shaft of stone coming from the floor. With no more warning, shouts of alarm suddenly ring out from the nearest members of the crowd as a hulking creature climbs up out of the shaft in the middle of the taproom — a monster with warty green skin, a tangled nest of wiry black hair, a long, carrot-shaped nose, and bloodshot eyes. As it bares its yellow teeth and howls, a half-dozen bat-like creatures attached to its body jingle uncomfortably, trying to hold on with their sucking beaks, and three more circle above it like flies. Everyone in the tavern reacts in fear except for the barkeep, Durnan, who shouts, “Troll!”
Durnan draws his greatsword as he leaps the bar easily, confronting the monster head on. He whispers a command word, and his sword lights up the bar in a bright white light. He rushes forward, stabbing the troll straight through the chest, skewering it as it climbs from the well. The batlike creatures on the troll, bloated and dripping blood, screech as they detach and circle back down into the dark of the well. As he twists the blade into the troll, watching its life leave it, he motions to the 3 remaining creatures flying above.
"Someone kill the stirges!" He shouts, motioning vaguely above him to the direction of the batlike creatures, apparently stirges.
The stirges screech again from the commotion below them, and single out the bright scales of the Dragonborn in the crowd. The three stirges all dive at Odrith. He easily dodges one, knocks aside another, but cannot get out of the way of the third as its strange beak finds his flesh, dealing 7 points of damage to him. The creature latches on and begins to drain his blood.
The humans with the tattooed man, now all covered in ice shards and slightly bleeding, pick up their companion and rush for the door, wanting to get out of the way of this mess which they didn't expect. Yagra lays unconscious on the floor, ice shards sticking through her armor and her face bloodied.
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Whit takes a moment to collect himself after what seemed to be your everyday standard bar brawl turned into monster fest. He turns towards Odrith and shouts towards the creature that is latched onto him, "And I thought the troll was ugly, get back down in that hole so I can try and drink to forget I saw you."
Casting Vicious Mockery
Stirge needs to beat a 14 wisdom save or take 3 psychic damage
The stirge pauses, seeming to maybe acknowledge that it heard the words, but shrugs off the insult and stays latched to Odrith. The spell didn't seem to have an effect.
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"Blood?!" Kaivius yells, eyes locking on Odrith. She makes her way over to him cautiously and attempts to use cure wounds him. 5 healing to Odrith. "Destroy them swiftly" she whispers to him while retreating out of the fray.
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Breathing in deeply and preparing to unleash a gout of fire on these putrid blood suckers, Odrith hears Durnan asks for fire. Evaluating the situation Odrith knows he can take a few more hits, and even when he is more willing to put himself in danger to help others, he is even more reckless know with the knowledge that Kaivius is watching after him, he changes his plans. Still holding his fire breath Odrith moves so he can hit the troll and no onlookers with his 15ft cone fire breath weapon.
IF POSSIBLE: Will also try to get the bug that is on him in the cone. With it being on his person I figured it might be possible to just angle his neck a little and get that bugger in the cone also.
Move: Position to hit Troll with breath weapon and avoid hitting other patrons. (I assume this is kind of possible just because the troll is close to the yawning portal in my understanding.) Will also try to not get in melee of the thing, but will if necessary.
Action: Breath Weapon DC 14 Dex Save for half damage 8 fire damage
Bonus Action: Pull shield off back and flail from belt.
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Mission successful! The humans were no longer a problem. Yes the half-orc lady was down but at least Odrith was safe. The bat things and ogre made things...difficult. And Odrith wasn't even paying any attention to the one still latched onto him. Chalk steps closer to the downed half-orc and tries to get the bat off of Odrith's back, otherwise it would end up draining all his blood and then where would he be?
Odrith shifts to the right, trying to get Durnan out of his way. Hardly able to hold his breath any longer, he unleashes a gout of flame at the semi-conscious troll. Durnan barely manages to roll out of the way, pulling his sword from the bleeding-but-healing body just as the cone engulfs the ugly thing. It is immediately obvious that the troll has stopped healing, and its now slightly smoking carcass slowly falls back into the well, leaving a trail of noxious smoke behind. Odrith quickly notices that the bloated stirges hanging onto the troll, while still alive despite being in flames, are in no shape to detach from their host as it falls into the depths.
Chalk, waiting for Odrith to shift into place, finishes a spell just as Odrith releases his fiery breath. She releases her winged hands outward and a blue hue overcomes the stirge attached to Odrith, but it barely shakes it off. The spell didn't seem to have any effect.
The human gang, carrying their tattooed friend, quietly exit the bar into the rainy evening. No one seems to notice them leave with the action going on at the well.
The stirge attached to Odrith takes a huge gulp of blood, helping it to fight the cold it just felt from Chalk's spell. Odrith's head starts to spin as he takes 7 damage from the blood loss.
The other two stirges dive at Chalk, latching on with their strange needle-like probiscises, draining all the blood in the poor small Kenku, dealing 7 and 5 damage to her. She immediately goes pale, and falls to the ground - not moving as the stirges continue to drink what little liquid remains.
"Chalk!" Whit cries out as he turns to face his now unconscious friend, and begins to play his flute. A haunting melody streams from the instrument almost painfully discordant seemingly targeting one of the stirges attached to Chalk's body.
As the notes from the haunting melody reach the ears of the strange creature, its body is visibly wracked with pain. It swiftly raises its head into the air, a stream of blood spraying out of its beak and Chalk's body from the quick removal. It cries in pain and shivers before falling dead next to the unconscious Chalk.
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Kaivius watches the stirges suck the life out of Chalk as she falls to the ground.
Now she's pissed.
"YOU STUPID BUGS. I HAVE WORKED HARD TO KEEP THESE IDIOTS ALIVE AND YOU'RE NOT GOING TO GET IN THE WAY OF THAT."
She swings her quarterstaff at the stirge still attached to Chalk.( 14 to hit, 4 for damage) For good measures, she also bites the stirge, making sure it knows who's boss. ( 15 to hit, 1) She then stands protectively over Chalk, growling at anyone that may come near.
Kaivus' staff barely connects with the Stirge's wing, but had enough force behind it to send the creature flying through the air, blood streaming from its needle-like beak like water from a hose. The stirge arcs through the air and falls into the well, spiraling out of control - unable to fly with its broken and mangled wing. Its cries slowly fade as it falls deeper and deeper into the earth. Blood slowly seeps from the two small holes in Chalk's body.
Durnan sheaths his sword, and starts picking up upended chairs and tables. He shakes his head as he tosses broken pieces of wood into the well to follow the dead creatures.
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"Before anything bad happens," Chalk adds perching on the edge of the cleared space. She was in no state to start a fight with anyone though. Besides Odrith could handle these two well enough...couldn't he? And maybe once they were cooled down she could find out what the disagreement was about.
Wait...hadn't there been others backing the human up? She looks for the group, trying to see if they might end up turning this fight into a proper brawl.17 (Insight) It wouldn't do to stand by as Odrith got overwhelmed. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that and she could go back to drinking and taking in the din.
In her rage, Yagra doesn't seem to hear Odrith at all. She shrugs him off easily, and dives at the tattooed man, driving him to the ground. Odrith looks down in surprise that the wily half-orc was able to shove him away so easily. She raises a fist, ready to start pummeling him.
Chalk notices that the group of humans are definitely going to step in if the fight goes against their companion, though the fierceness of Yagra gives them some pause. She know that if Yagra manages to knock out their companion, they will step in, and they won't be kind to her.
Whit is standing just outside of the circle of spectators. He will have to use half of his movement to move through the difficult terrain if he wants to approach the brawlers and Odrith.
Kaivus is a full 50 feet away at the bar with her borrowed medicine kit, with half of that counted as difficult terrain from how closely together the crowd has packed.
Whit pushes through the crowd and moves close to Odrith and begins speaking rapidly "Say did I ever tell you of the legendary bar brawl in the Wrinkly Whale out in Neverwinter? Massive fight, everyone was involved, till one mammoth man who just wanted to enjoy his ale started cracking heads. Guards show up, that man's sitting at the bar drinking his ale, while the other patrons napped. Now be that man." and claps Odrith on the back and gives him bardic inspiration.
Acquiring the medicine kit, Kaivius turns around to assess the situation. She sees Yagra shrug off Odrith and get ready to throw another punch. She begins muttering to herself while trying to get close enough to the brawl to assist if needed, but not so likely she'll be caught in the cross fire.
"Why do they always fight? Must think Kaivius will always be there to patch them up. But do they think about how I feel about it? Nooooooo. Always slinging blood left in right without a thought to who mops it up."
She begins rummaging in her pack and lights a stick of incense, the kind that has a calming effect on others. She begins speaking.
"Many come to taverns to meet new people, or perhaps just drink the day away. We've all had days where we feel like tearing another's hair out, but think of the pain it causes others. The cracking of bones, the spray of blood, the cries of pain. All this pain released into the world purely because of an "insult". But think of your blessings. You breathe air provided to you by Nature itself. Feel it swirl around you, caressing you like an old friend. Nature provides so much for you without asking for much in return. All She asks is that you don't input more pain into this already tumultuous and volatile world."
She points to the door and casts thaumaturgy. It swings open and a wind comes in smelling of green grass and fresh leaves. It swirls around the encounter gently.
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The crowd hushes and turns towards Kaivus. She can see through the now partially parted crowd as Yagra finishes a blow to the fallen man, then pulls her fist back for another. She stops at the sound of the speech and smell of calm, and looks up to Kaivus. Anger still burns in her eyes, but she has stopped fighting for now. The man beneath her squirms, and the group of his companions bristle, apparently about to join in.
After being pushed aside so easily, it takes a moment for Odrith to gather himself; a brief huff and puff is all that is needed.
I guess my footing was off? something had to be off for her to push past me so easily, I have at least 50 pounds on her! bah!
exiting his own thoughts, Odrith catches Kaivus's oration halfway through. Odrith nods and puts a look on his face that can only be described as, "not bad".
Seeing the situation is starting to defuse without his more brutish tactics Odrith doesn't do anything else as of yet, but he is ready to assist at any moment.
I ready an action to try and physically stop the fight again.
Str check if/when needed: 8
Chalk eyes the man's friends warily. They didn't look like the kind of people that would stand by when it came to a tussle. And Odrith had managed to step right in the middle of it all with Whit standing in as his second. Those two needed all the help they could get but she wasn't about to get on Odrith's bad side by stopping them with a preemptive strike.
She keeps a beady eye on the group as a off-color chunk of ice forms on her clawtips. She couldn't be faulted if they were clearly about to try and chop the orc up into tiny pieces. Best to have a nice chunk of ice ready to cool their heads.
Holding Ice Knife for one of the group to take a hostile action.
Ranged Spell attack
11
Damage 3
AOE within 5' regardless DEX Save of 11 (Includes target)
7
The crowd, Yagra, and the two groups stare around at each other in silence, waiting for something to happen... With a wet crunch, Yagra sinks her elbow into the tattooed man's face without looking back down, knocking him unconscious. His friends roar in anger and start forward, Odrith rushes forward to try and hold them back. They easily brush past him as he loses his footing and almost falls down. Chalk releases her spell, but is bumped by the crowd and her shot goes amiss, shattering upon the ceiling and raining down ice shards on Yagra, the tattooed man, and his friends - as screeches start to issue forth from the well at the center of the floor!
Everyone pauses again to listen, not sure if the screeches were from the well or from another group of fighters. Their eyes widen as the screeches rise again, echoing up the long shaft of stone coming from the floor. With no more warning, shouts of alarm suddenly ring out from the nearest members of the crowd as a hulking creature climbs up out of the shaft in the middle of the taproom — a monster with warty green skin, a tangled nest of wiry black hair, a long, carrot-shaped nose, and bloodshot eyes. As it bares its yellow teeth and howls, a half-dozen bat-like creatures attached to its body jingle uncomfortably, trying to hold on with their sucking beaks, and three more circle above it like flies. Everyone in the tavern reacts in fear except for the barkeep, Durnan, who shouts, “Troll!”
Durnan draws his greatsword as he leaps the bar easily, confronting the monster head on. He whispers a command word, and his sword lights up the bar in a bright white light. He rushes forward, stabbing the troll straight through the chest, skewering it as it climbs from the well. The batlike creatures on the troll, bloated and dripping blood, screech as they detach and circle back down into the dark of the well. As he twists the blade into the troll, watching its life leave it, he motions to the 3 remaining creatures flying above.
"Someone kill the stirges!" He shouts, motioning vaguely above him to the direction of the batlike creatures, apparently stirges.
The stirges screech again from the commotion below them, and single out the bright scales of the Dragonborn in the crowd. The three stirges all dive at Odrith. He easily dodges one, knocks aside another, but cannot get out of the way of the third as its strange beak finds his flesh, dealing 7 points of damage to him. The creature latches on and begins to drain his blood.
The humans with the tattooed man, now all covered in ice shards and slightly bleeding, pick up their companion and rush for the door, wanting to get out of the way of this mess which they didn't expect. Yagra lays unconscious on the floor, ice shards sticking through her armor and her face bloodied.
Whit takes a moment to collect himself after what seemed to be your everyday standard bar brawl turned into monster fest. He turns towards Odrith and shouts towards the creature that is latched onto him, "And I thought the troll was ugly, get back down in that hole so I can try and drink to forget I saw you."
Casting Vicious Mockery
Stirge needs to beat a 14 wisdom save or take 3 psychic damage
The stirge pauses, seeming to maybe acknowledge that it heard the words, but shrugs off the insult and stays latched to Odrith. The spell didn't seem to have an effect.
"Blood?!" Kaivius yells, eyes locking on Odrith. She makes her way over to him cautiously and attempts to use cure wounds him. 5 healing to Odrith. "Destroy them swiftly" she whispers to him while retreating out of the fray.
Durnan rips his sword from the dying Troll, but sees that the wound is already healing and the troll is slowly regaining consciousness.
"I need fire! Someone get fire!" Calls out Durnan, wading in for another attack on the troll.
Breathing in deeply and preparing to unleash a gout of fire on these putrid blood suckers, Odrith hears Durnan asks for fire. Evaluating the situation Odrith knows he can take a few more hits, and even when he is more willing to put himself in danger to help others, he is even more reckless know with the knowledge that Kaivius is watching after him, he changes his plans. Still holding his fire breath Odrith moves so he can hit the troll and no onlookers with his 15ft cone fire breath weapon.
IF POSSIBLE: Will also try to get the bug that is on him in the cone. With it being on his person I figured it might be possible to just angle his neck a little and get that bugger in the cone also.
Move: Position to hit Troll with breath weapon and avoid hitting other patrons. (I assume this is kind of possible just because the troll is close to the yawning portal in my understanding.) Will also try to not get in melee of the thing, but will if necessary.
Action: Breath Weapon
DC 14 Dex Save for half damage
8 fire damage
Bonus Action:
Pull shield off back and flail from belt.
Mission successful! The humans were no longer a problem. Yes the half-orc lady was down but at least Odrith was safe. The bat things and ogre made things...difficult. And Odrith wasn't even paying any attention to the one still latched onto him. Chalk steps closer to the downed half-orc and tries to get the bat off of Odrith's back, otherwise it would end up draining all his blood and then where would he be?
Frostbite on Stirge attached to Odrith
DC 11 CON SAVE negates
3 cold damage and disadvantage on next attack.
Odrith shifts to the right, trying to get Durnan out of his way. Hardly able to hold his breath any longer, he unleashes a gout of flame at the semi-conscious troll. Durnan barely manages to roll out of the way, pulling his sword from the bleeding-but-healing body just as the cone engulfs the ugly thing. It is immediately obvious that the troll has stopped healing, and its now slightly smoking carcass slowly falls back into the well, leaving a trail of noxious smoke behind. Odrith quickly notices that the bloated stirges hanging onto the troll, while still alive despite being in flames, are in no shape to detach from their host as it falls into the depths.
Chalk, waiting for Odrith to shift into place, finishes a spell just as Odrith releases his fiery breath. She releases her winged hands outward and a blue hue overcomes the stirge attached to Odrith, but it barely shakes it off. The spell didn't seem to have any effect.
The human gang, carrying their tattooed friend, quietly exit the bar into the rainy evening. No one seems to notice them leave with the action going on at the well.
The stirge attached to Odrith takes a huge gulp of blood, helping it to fight the cold it just felt from Chalk's spell. Odrith's head starts to spin as he takes 7 damage from the blood loss.
The other two stirges dive at Chalk, latching on with their strange needle-like probiscises, draining all the blood in the poor small Kenku, dealing 7 and 5 damage to her. She immediately goes pale, and falls to the ground - not moving as the stirges continue to drink what little liquid remains.
"Chalk!" Whit cries out as he turns to face his now unconscious friend, and begins to play his flute. A haunting melody streams from the instrument almost painfully discordant seemingly targeting one of the stirges attached to Chalk's body.
Dissonant Whispers
DC 14 Wis saves:
On Fail: 15 and use reaction to run away
On Success: Half and no move
As the notes from the haunting melody reach the ears of the strange creature, its body is visibly wracked with pain. It swiftly raises its head into the air, a stream of blood spraying out of its beak and Chalk's body from the quick removal. It cries in pain and shivers before falling dead next to the unconscious Chalk.
Kaivius watches the stirges suck the life out of Chalk as she falls to the ground.
Now she's pissed.
"YOU STUPID BUGS. I HAVE WORKED HARD TO KEEP THESE IDIOTS ALIVE AND YOU'RE NOT GOING TO GET IN THE WAY OF THAT."
She swings her quarterstaff at the stirge still attached to Chalk.( 14 to hit, 4 for damage) For good measures, she also bites the stirge, making sure it knows who's boss. ( 15 to hit, 1) She then stands protectively over Chalk, growling at anyone that may come near.
Kaivus' staff barely connects with the Stirge's wing, but had enough force behind it to send the creature flying through the air, blood streaming from its needle-like beak like water from a hose. The stirge arcs through the air and falls into the well, spiraling out of control - unable to fly with its broken and mangled wing. Its cries slowly fade as it falls deeper and deeper into the earth. Blood slowly seeps from the two small holes in Chalk's body.
Durnan sheaths his sword, and starts picking up upended chairs and tables. He shakes his head as he tosses broken pieces of wood into the well to follow the dead creatures.